Have you ever seen a plane crash? I imagine it's something like watching my life right now. There's flight, it's flying! But then gravity's abruptly taking hold, and it's falling, crashing- burning. No survivors to be found, no hostages for life to take.
I would cry if I could. But the well has run dry, another victim of this pitiless drought, and tears will not come. So, instead, I study the wreckage that has become my life, familiarizing myself with the flames.
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